Power Lines Paroles

of the ways you told me to keep my eye on the

prize

You and your photographic memory
You and your photographic memory

Im a broken man,Im damaged goods
Lock me in the basement with furnace soot

You came along in your party dress
I climbed a mountain under house arrest

When we were kids I swear we were power lines
Out on some journey searching for some better

minds

You cant cut it out, no you cant keep it out

And I am yours and you are mine

Batten down the hatches and man the sails
The war isnt over, its not even tipped the

scales

Run down the tracks like a bat out of hell

Dont muss up your hair because were destined

to fail

When I was young I thought I was a power line

When I was young I was searching for some
better time